"It won't happen again." Nan Yan put on a proud posture, but the sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth was very real.
This kind of tormenting work has just begun!
Nan Yan returned to the room again, and Song Yihuan didn't dare to be arrogant when she saw that she was finally back.
"Miss Alina, just now... I misunderstood what you meant..."
"It's okay. Anyway, Miss Song's assistant has already apologized to me, for - Miss Song."
Nan Yan spoke calmly, and the words hidden in the cotton made Song Yihuan sway.
She pursed her lips, her face obviously a little gloomy.
But even so, she didn't dare to say anything now.
I was afraid that if those words offended Nan Yan again, she would never be able to stand up again.
Nan Yan ordered Song Fei to bring her box over.
Take out the silver needle and unfold it on the table.
The slender silver needle shone with an icy light. Seeing this, Song Yihuan frowned.
But Nan Yan ignored it and just said coldly: "Take off your pants!"
Song Yihuan was silent.
She can't do all this now and can only get help from others.
But just when she asked Song Fei to change her clothes into shorter ones, Nan Yan frowned.
There was a bit of sarcasm in her voice, even a hint of impatience: "Did I not make it clear? I said, take it all off."
What?
Song Yihuan bit her lip. Although she had received many treatments before, at least a trace of dignity would be preserved for her!
Her face was livid, and Song Fei beside her looked like she was facing a formidable enemy.
"Miss Alina, do you mean to take them all off?" she asked tremblingly.
Nan Yan curled her red lips and smiled with unclear meaning: "Is it because I don't speak Mandarin well?"
"But……"
"Song Fei!"
Song Yihuan interrupted Song Fei. She didn't care about anything just to get her legs better.
Her face was gloomy, but she still said harsh words: "I hope Miss Alina's medical skills can be worthy of your overbearing request."
After saying that, Song Yihuan bit her lip and asked Song Fei to help her take off her lower body pants, leaving only a pair of underwear on her body.
She closed her eyes and turned her head.
Because she has been in a wheelchair for many years, the muscles in Song Yihuan's legs have still atrophied a lot, even if someone helps with massage|rehabilitation.
The skin on her slender legs was loose and wrinkled. Because she had undergone too many surgeries, her legs were covered with criss-crossing scars.
Ugly and shocking.
Nan Yan's eyes fell on her naked thigh. Song Yihuan immediately instinctively wanted to cover it, but realized that after the treatment, she still endured the humiliation and continued.
"Ms. Song, I'm going to start acupuncture."
Nan Yan said, pricking the needle one by one.
Although she didn't feel anything, Song Yihuan still felt very uncomfortable.
"And hands."
Nan Yan said, directly pricking the needle on the back of Song Yihuan's hand.
The sudden pain instantly made Song Yihuan frown. She wanted to endure it, but the pain became more and more severe.
She couldn't help but let out a cry of pain, and when Nan Yan was about to inject the needle again, he pushed her away!
Nan Yan was caught off guard and fell straight back.
"ah……!"
She exclaimed, but the door opened at this moment, and a tall and proud figure suddenly appeared and caught Nan Yan directly.
Song Yihuan was suddenly startled and looked up in panic, only to see Nan Yan softly and weakly fall into Lu Huaijing's arms.
"ah--!"
She screamed and tried to pull something to cover her, but she couldn't move. It was so close, but it seemed like it was thousands of miles away from her.
Although Nan Yan was expecting this, the moment he turned his head and met each other, his eyes were still a little stiff.
Lu, Huai, Jing...
The man was still tall and proud, and his handsome and handsome face was deeper and more mature.
If Lu Huaijing five years ago had a proud attitude, then Lu Huaijing now has a more profound and sophisticated attitude that overlooks all living beings.
Lu Huaijing lowered his head, and the moment their eyes met, his dark eyes narrowed.
Because, through those charming eyes, he felt something familiar.
So much so that he didn't notice Song Yihuan's embarrassed look.
Nan Yan pretended to be panicked and struggled to get up, but fell into the man's arms again.
"Are you okay?" he asked quietly.
This time, Lu Huaijing hugged her waist accurately.
The familiar freshness, with a hint of floral fragrance, instantly made Lu Huaijing freeze in his movements.
Because this taste is exactly the same as the dead Gu Nanyan!
Lu Huaijing was shocked, and a trace of disbelief flashed in his dark eyes, but the flame of hope had just ignited. But the moment she spoke, everything fell apart.
"Lu...Mr. Lu...?"
Nan Yan's struggle to get up finally brought Lu Huaijing back to his senses.
He subconsciously looked at Song Yihuan in the wheelchair, but she almost fell to the ground in a panic.
"Mr. Lu, I am treating your fiancée, please get out immediately!"
Nan Yan deliberately raised his voice and spoke, which made Lu Huaijing even more unable not to pay attention to Song Yihuan's legs.
Song Yihuan became even more panicked.
She cried and covered her legs with her hands, and said in a tearful tone: "Ah Jing, you...don't look at me, please!"
The man's expression was stern, and he immediately pulled the blanket on one side and covered her with it.
Song Yihuan was trembling and crying. She tried so hard to hide it, but she still let Lu Huaijing see her most miserable side.
Shame, anger, mixed with shock made Song Yihuan even more eager to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.
She glared at Nan Yan angrily, her voice almost tinged with poison: "Alina, why are you doing this?"
Nan Yan looked back at Song Yihuan's angry eyes indifferently, but her tone pretended to be very guilty and said:
"Ms. Song, I accidentally fell into Mr. Lu's arms just now, but... wasn't it you who pushed me away?"
As she spoke, she looked pitifully at Lu Huaijing beside her, and whispered: "I'm so sorry, Mr. Lu, I didn't expect that Miss Song would have such a bad temper. I was just treating her normally. If there is any offense, Place, please don’t be offended..."
There was a hint of grievance in Nan Yan's tone.
Such tea talk immediately annoyed Song Yihuan.
She angrily threw the things on the table, and they all hit Nan Yan.
"You...you did it on purpose! Get out of here! Get out of here! Ah Jing, drive her away. I never want to see her again!"
Song Yi shouted hoarsely, looking hysterical and embarrassed, just like a mad woman.
"enough!"
Lu Huaijing finally couldn't bear it anymore and said sternly: "Yihuan, how long are you going to make trouble?"
